Grant's Poems & Lyrics
Poetry by Ian Grant Spong
Covered in Ice
The grass is fruzz, covered in ice
Looks like a field of shiny glass
A meadow filled with jewel grass
Should I go out? What's your advice?
The sun is out and makes it shine
I'll stay inside and watch the view
And have a bite of Irish stew
And thank God for His grand design
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